There’s A Huge Sudden Dramatic Shift To Work-From-Home Jobs, And It’s Like When T-Rex Dinosaurs Were Doomed And Didn’t Even Realize It
Mark down this year as the time when an asteroid seemed to hit the planet and wipe out millions of jobs instantly, like in some crazy horror story
The year 2020 is already a total complete disaster and we haven’t even gotten through March yet. It is unbelievable and it doesn’t seem like it’s going to get better any time soon.
Remember when we were kids and there would be some crazy story about aliens would come from outer space and take over the planet, and there would be chaos and destruction, and then this new species would be in charge and the smart humans would be banished somewhere? Goodness, I wish I were a kid again and these scary stories would be entertaining because they couldn’t possibly be true.
We know nothing about what news is not being relayed, about which giant hedge funds are way over-leveraged, or which quadrillion dollar in derivatives are about to blow up and overwhelm the system. Are you kidding? I don’t want to know any more bad news past this month.
Hey, planet, we’re going to compel billions of people to isolate from each other as much as possible and stay inside their homes as much as humanly possible. No, you can’t go to work (except for these people here) and schools are closed and that’s how it’s going to be.
I want to go to work too, like I did just last week and many years before that, where I got up early, made sure I caught the early train, and then hustled to make it a little early to the office. Now my office job is gone.
I want my life back. It’s all shattered now, where my new big concerns seem to be trying to get to a grocery story before they start having people line up outside and around the block, like what happened this morning; worrying about internet bandwidth for the kids with their e-learning platforms; and thinking about what the future is going to look like.
I think I know which future is suddenly our destiny. Millions of little shops, stores, cafes, restaurants, and shops are going to be obliterated by this crazy asteroid that has smashed into our planet. I hate to sound dreary but this new harsh reality is such that I cannot avert my eyes.
Many institutions and industries will remain, of course, because they are so necessary. But so many others will vanish from the Earth, never to be seen or heard from again. The word “essential” will take on new meaning, and not necessarily always a positive one, and it is like a world of dinosaurs, where the small, fast, nimble ones are going to survive a million years longer than the slow, gigantic ones that required a million calories a day to survive.
It is hard to watch. Yes, the governments will pass rescue packages and send families thousands of dollars, and evictions and foreclosures will be postponed while hope is fermented, but I can see and feel the stress around me, at the park and gas station, in the news reports, and on the radio.
I have faith in myself and my fellow man and woman. Many years from now I want to read in the news about how some companies, businesses, shops, and stores survived the giant asteroid that led to massive destruction everywhere else, and how against all odds they found creative ways to survive with this technique and filling this need in some heretofore unknown manner. Historians and sociologists will marvel at how it shouldn’t have happened, that they will attribute it to random luck of the cosmos, because all of this or that type of business should have been totally annihilated.
Tomorrow is a new day. I’m going to put my best foot forward, step on the gas, put the pedal to the metal, and take off as best I can. The world may have been pummeled by this massive asteroid extinction event, but I’ll be damned if it’s going to wipe me out.